Musings before midnight
The night is beautifully set
for such mixed thoughts
which arise between moments of staring.
Between unmeasurable moments ,
infinite things happen and misshapen-
all consciously unattempted.
Figures,shapes,shadows,the unknown etc are lost in imagined vortex.
The flashes send chills and icy cold numbness to me wishing me to be me as of now:the present me
but then a distraction ;
a persistent sharp cricket,
a door knock uninvited,
an uncalled mosquito,
a tempting Whatsapp ting, so frequent
the mocking aged mirror, so consistent.
This foreseeing of the time melts like
a fading song .
The weight of being grey lifts up,
gently, slowly
like a releasing arm hold with a
mercury drop on a BP monitor .
Thus comes back
my youthful calm,
the present youth,
the happy sigh,
the consciousness of my 'now' moment !
With the winds of the night
the frozen time ticks again .
Minu Jasdanwala
Typed by: Krutika Popat
The night is beautifully set
for such mixed thoughts
which arise between moments of staring.
Between unmeasurable moments ,
infinite things happen and misshapen-
all consciously unattempted.
Figures,shapes,shadows,the unknown etc are lost in imagined vortex.
The flashes send chills and icy cold numbness to me wishing me to be me as of now:the present me
but then a distraction ;
a persistent sharp cricket,
a door knock uninvited,
an uncalled mosquito,
a tempting Whatsapp ting, so frequent
the mocking aged mirror, so consistent.
This foreseeing of the time melts like
a fading song .
The weight of being grey lifts up,
gently, slowly
like a releasing arm hold with a
mercury drop on a BP monitor .
Thus comes back
my youthful calm,
the present youth,
the happy sigh,
the consciousness of my 'now' moment !
With the winds of the night
the frozen time ticks again .
Minu Jasdanwala
Typed by: Krutika Popat
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